The House Of Four Doors Poem by Paul Warren

Determined I continue on life's stony pathways
As I come to the house with its rooms and hallways
Through the first door I go and rest is granted in gentle sleep
Away from my journey repairing my wounds now bound complete

Not stopping I continue with my wandering
The respite that sleep has given me assists me in forgetting
Those hurtful things that have wounded me
And helps open my mind to new possibilities as it should be

But sometimes the experiences of life will turn me to madness
And in anguish my mind searches to make sense of it all
With madness my minds sorrows as in despair I fall

Finally I find death as my eternal sleep
Resting from the trials and tribulations of life as it away seeps
Through these four doors we journey sometimes with companions
But essentially a journey we all need to take alone without our minions.

© Paul Warren Poetry